early morning eyes,
and my new reading glasses
out of reach again.
Haiku 20111215
in the best cafes,
the shadows are the color
of the darkest wine.
Haiku 20111214
the moon takes its time
rising bright behind the ridge,
making an entrance.
early morning eyes,
and my new reading glasses
out of reach again.
in the best cafes,
the shadows are the color
of the darkest wine.
the moon takes its time
rising bright behind the ridge,
making an entrance.